Red Bull Espiral #01

From the very first seconds, it's as if you've stepped into a noisy street attraction, where the music pounds in your chest and the words are like bursts of fireworks. The mixture of bravado and everyday observations sounds as if life is an eternal feria, where you have to keep your back straight, even if your head is bowed to check that your sneakers aren't dirty.

The rhythm has a steely nerve: the memory of those who started from scratch and the confidence of those who no longer play by someone else's rules. There is no place here for weak fish - only sharks, only those who remember the price of success and are not afraid to burn the night in search of their piece of the pie.

And yet, beneath the layer of bragging, a strange warmth emerges: toasts to those who wish for failure, victories that hurt no less than defeats, and laughter that sounds louder than bullets. A dance on the edge, where each verse is another medal on the chest and another scar under the skin.